Chapter Seven
What do you get a fourteen-year-old boy? Margaret asked herself. She certainly hadn’t considered all the ramifications of her decision to go to Ryan’s party. First she had to drive to town, which she had avoided since returning. Although Post Falls was large enough, the chances of running into anyone she might recognize were high, and she worried the entire way into town to the hardware store, her foot shaking on the gas pedal. She eventually spied a great pocket knife that had tons of gadgets and hoped Ryan didn’t already have one.
She recognized the redheaded balding guy behind the counter from school. It was Rick, one of Joe’s old friends. He’d stared at her when she asked to see the knife, and he had even asked her name, but thankfully, when she told him, it hadn’t seem
